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[decibelico]

Medeski Scofield Martin & Wood – “Out Louder” 2006. MMW. Jazz/Funk.

Por: Chel

Medeski, Martin & Word (MMW) es una de las bandas más reconocidas del jazz contemporáneo. El trío, originario de Brooklyn, NY, cuenta con 16 discos en su haber y está formado por John Medeski (piano, Hammond), Billy Martin (batería) y Chris Wood (bajo). En sus inicios, por sus numerosas experimentaciones en vivo, fue encasillado como un trío acústico con tendencias al free jazz. Sin embargo, fueron esos experimentos los que poco a poco moldearon el discurso de la banda hasta acercarla al jazz fusión.

En 1997 se unen al excelente guitarrista John Scofield (entre sus credenciales: Joe Lovano, Charlie Haden, Miles Davis, Jack DeJohnette, Pat Metheny y Charles Mingus) para el proyecto “A Go Go”, el cual le dio a la banda mucha exposición y reconocimiento. En 2006, Scofield vuelve a participar con ellos para el disco “Out Louder”, primer producto de la disquera de MMW “Indirecto Records” y con la particularidad de la inclusión de Scofield en el nombre de la banda para presentarla como un cuarteto.

“Out Louder” es un disco que recorre los diferentes estilos del funk. Empieza con la variante más tradicional con un remate de batería seguido con el riff pegajoso del órgano Hammond (“Little Walter Rides Again”),  continúa con un estilo que mezcla ligeramente el rock (“Miles Behind”), llega a un ritmo cadencioso con una secuencia sencilla (“In Case The World Changes Its Mind”), hasta presentar una variante con clave de samba que recuerda por momentos a las composiciones de Marcos Valle o Cal Tjader (“Tequila and Chocolate”).

La segunda mitad del disco tiende a ser un poco más experimental. Inicia con una secuencia de órgano al más puro estilo de Burt Baccarat, completada por un solo de guitarra que mantiene el tema y un arreglo de batería que le da particularidad (“Cachaca”), sigue con el tema más experimental del disco pero que no pierde su esencia funk (“Telegraph”) y descansa en un tema suave con un discretísimo arreglo surf (“Julia”). El disco finaliza de manera excelente con un delicioso arreglo de “Legalize It”, tema que hiciera famoso Peter Tosh.

Tanto para los seguidores del funk, como para los gustosos de la música,  “Out Louder” es una excelente opción pues resume de manera eficiente las variantes del género, además de acercarnos a una de las mejores agrupaciones de la actualidad.

Para más información sobre John Scofield y Medeski, Martin & Wood:

www.mmw.net

www.myspace.com/medeskimartinandwood (con opción a descargar algunos temas de “Out Louder”).

www.johnscofield.com

www.myspace.com/officialjohnscofield

Publicado el 8 de noviembre de 2006 en Milenio Blogs.

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[lucabyte]

Not all who wander are lost. Some who wander, however, are extremely, extremely lost.

[meruz]

scenes from this fic by @samthefrank i think these are from chs 3 and 5 respectively.

i miss drawing comics. kinda just using scenes to experiment w layout and color

[krissis-averted]

Upriver

[kuch1-k0pi]

Dogpile with the Dead

I've been obsessed with @hatekawa 3 Months AU and been wanting to do a drawing for it for a while. I might do a better piece later but this is what i have for now :p

This just started out as a doodle and playing with lighting but i kinda like how it turned out.

[paper-cities]

[jesuistrestriste]

art would totally get needy being high too- it’s honestly adorable bc i feel like he would be giggling but horny :(( he doesn’t know how to tell you either

paranoia comes and goes after you two finish the small joint, and he’s left giggling on the couch with you

big, blown pupils nearly completely eclipsing those pretty, lidded baby blues; and he’s sitting there with a dopey smile on his face while he looks over your frame next to him

his hand creeps over and holds yours, and you give his a soft squeeze in return. his heart is fluttering for some reason (you two have held hands hundreds of times before), and he wonders if it’s just because of the weed

but your hand is so soft, and it feels warmer than usual, and if he focuses hard enough maybe he can almost feel your heartbeat in your palm

or maybe it’s still his that he’s feeling, he isn’t sure anymore, but he knows that it feels amazing to be so in-love with you at that moment

and then woah, his cock is stirring..? it’s swelling in his boxers underneath his shorts and his lips are parting to let out soft little breaths before he can stop them

you notice all of this, of course, and you want to help him have a good high.. so you’re suddenly swinging a leg over his lap and sitting down over his clothed pelvis

you roll your body over his growing erection, and it pulses as blood fills it steadily—making it increasingly sensitive as the seconds tick by

art can hardly process what’s happening ! his whole body feels like it’s tingling, and your hips rocking down over his feels utterly electric. his hands shift to urgently hold your sides as you move, and his body is jerking up against your grinding motions as he struggles to process how quickly he’s getting close to losing it

he feels every single thing that’s happening— but times ten; everything is just more. more intense, more emotional, more passionate—

more, more, more.

he can’t get enough.

the sound of your guys’ clothes rustling against one another’s, the warmth of your body, the pleasurable static running under his skin, your hands in the back of his hair, the sensation of his impending orgasm flooding his senses—

“ohhh, fuuhhckk—“ he moans, shaking, as his hands grip the back of your shirt and he sinks deeper into the couch

you chuckle hazily and lean in to mouth at his neck and then lazily lick up the shell of his ear

he can barely slur out a warning at that before he’s thrusting up against your body

“oh my god, i’m gonna come, im gonna— im coming—! ohhh my god—! ahhngh—“

his whole world bottoms out from underneath him, and his vision glows white around the edges as his eyes roll back and he trembles with all his might

he’s never come so hard in his entire life, and the orgasm lasts longer than he’s ever experienced—it’s impossible to know if it’s actually just an amazingly long release, or if the high is just making time slow down…

but either way, it’s fucking incredible; it makes him feel like he’s floating but sinking at the same time, and he can feel every heady spurt of his milky load spill out

he’s clutching onto you to stay grounded as he moans out helplessly and arches up from the cushion behind his back, writhing as he slowly comes down

art’s left whining and squirming under you as your hips slow too, and you lean in with a smile before licking into his open mouth

after a couple minutes of sloppily making out, you pull back and art shivers as his lidded gaze looks up to yours. his voice comes out breathless, all dazed and fucked-out

“let’s try edibles next time.”

[vermwerm]

i be thunkin abt the cds and ggy

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "delicate" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🍰:*﹤descrip. : trying something new w leehan!

+*:💚:*﹤content : sub tendencies!leehan x softdom tendencies!reader

+*:🍓:*﹤warnings : 18+, mdni <3, handjob, choking

+*:💗:*﹤word count : 1.6K

+*:🍰:*﹤masterlist

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Leehan has this way of loving you that makes you feel heavy, vulnerable, suffocated in the best way possible. With wide, watery eyes, he stares at you like you raise the sun and lower the moon, even now, when you have him pinned against the wall and your hand working his cock rapidly. 

His head is leaning back against the surface, but his glossy eyes are locked on you. You want to shy away from all that adoration, but it's useless – your eyes always fall back on Leehan, leaking with every gross, lovesick emotion you could ever feel for another person because you're no better than him.

His hips are meeting you halfway, thrusting into your palm. His neck is flushed and decorated with bruises you sucked into it moments prior, and weak, raspy noises leave it continuously. You lean up to suck more kisses onto it, lick stripes along his Adam's apple, and he groans at the feeling. 

You pull away to see the new marks already coloring, shiny with saliva, and you reach up to wipe the area clean. Your hand falters on his cock, distracted, and it's like something else is controlling you when your fingers drag across his throat again, feeling at the bump protruding from it. You lightly press on it. 

Leehan huffs out a deep breath, and you tear your eyes away from his throat to look back at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a silent plea, so you try it again, pressing your thumb against his throat a little harder. You're careful not to actually hurt him, and your breath catches at the way his eyelashes flutter. 

You position your hand so your palm is touching his adams apple, hand wrapped around his throat, and look at him again, check in on him. 

“Is this okay?” You ask, voice quiet and gentle. His eyelids are lower now, quivering like he's struggling to keep them open. His nod is short, movements restricted by your hand. He swallows, and you're addicted to the way you can feel his throat constrict and release under your hold. His hands are resting on your hips, so you bring one up and wrap it around your wrist. He lets you guide him easily, body pliant where it's slumped against the wall. 

“Will you tap me if you want me to stop?” You ask just loud enough so he can hear you, because you're afraid the air will crumble to pieces around you if you disturb it. He lets out a faint, breathless “Okay,” a tiny vibration against your palm that makes your panties wetten.

Your fingers squeeze around his throat lightly, just to test the waters, and Leehan's eyes flutter shut again. You give him a second to regain himself, and when his eyes open up again, falling onto your own, you wrap your free hand back around his cock.

His breath catches at the feeling, and he lets out a shaky sigh as you start a slow pace. You speed up gradually, and when your pace is back to how it started, rapid and relentless, only stopping every so often to thumb along his tip, you tighten your grasp on his neck, feel the delicate structure in your hold. 

Leehan's head knocks back against the wall, pretty eyes squeezing shut and grip on your wrist tightening. You pay close attention to see if he'll tap you, if he needs you to stop, but he doesn't. 

“Look at me, Hannie.” You whisper. You're not sure he heard you, but after a couple of seconds, his eyelids flutter open. They're lower now, from the force of his creased eyebrows, threatening to close again. It's surprising – Leehan is usually the one advocating for eye contact, but he can barely keep his eyes open. It's powerful to strip away the one demand he always gives you, to flip the switch and give it to him instead. You loosen your hold on his throat and rub the head of his dick again, gentler this time, because he's trying to say something. 

“Breathe, c-can’t–” He gasps out, hips rocking into your touch desperately. His voice is hoarse, words broken up as you continue stroking his cock, squeezing around it lightly, squeezing around his throat simultaneously, cutting off whatever else he had to say. 

Precum is leaking from his tip, spreading along your hand and his shaft, making your strokes messy and smooth. You lean up to speak near his ear. 

“You're so tender like this, with your life in the palm of my hand. D’you like it, Hannie?” Leehan likes when your voice is soft but teasing, whispering dirty words where only he can hear, so that's what you do.

His response is just a pathetic string of choked-off noises, nails digging into your wrist. He's stunning, but you tell him he looks pathetic, watch as the words settle along his skin. His mouth is hanging open uselessly, drool running down his chin. You attach your lips to his, kissing him roughly, while he pants into your mouth, desperate for the little air he can get. 

He’s trembling, grip sporadic as it tightens and loosens around your wrist. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head. His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and it twitches right before he's spurting cum all over your palm. You release his throat, using your now free hand to press his hips against the wall as you work him through it. His throat is scratchy, whines breathless as he weakly tries to push your hand away from his overstimulated cock. 

You kiss away stray tears that fell at some point and left streaks behind on his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he catches his breath. He's just as beautiful now, face pink and eyes sparkling with stars in them, and you bask in it, sure that your own eyes are shining with love as well.

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a/n : a leehan choking fic that literally no one asked for, if you sent an ask i'm working on it sweeties <33 pls lmk if u read this & see any typos

[shockpinkrosary]

HELLO??? SPRINGTRAP NATION???

[deuynndoodles]

[ID: A colored, digital comic featuring characters from Dey's Links Meet AU with a focus on Mask. The colors are muted and warm.

The group walk through a forest marked as "Rancher's Era." Rancher leads the group, commenting that they're "Almost there". Tiny, Tracks, Mask, Vet and Sky follow behind him, in that order.

"Oh, how sad..." someone says. A skeleton rests against a tree, sword and shield in hand, wearing the Hero's Shade armor. Mask's shadow casts upon the skeleton, their head lining up right with the skull.

Mask furrows their brow, expression near indiscernible.

"Kid, hurry up!" Mask rolls their eyes and turns to follow.

Sky waves to Mask as they run ahead to catch up. Their eyes are not visible. End ID]

hero's shade

[mosaixe]

the aftermath (new friendships)

[spiritoast]

me n the gang. pondering

tiny miracle mask redraw while i try to regen some of my art juice

[dustbon]

Welcome to Gen 10 💤

Oh my god. I'm already at gen 10.

Eàrlas, our dear Aurora, moved to HOB looking for peace, plants and chickens. What he doesn't know is his life will get a 180º twist in the near future *evil laughs*

✅ Live in Henford-On-Bagley*

*Eàrlas was meant to grow up in this world, but I was being a tryhard at the previous gen and ignored that on purpose. My bad!

[teetle-time]